She is gone, her body ashes in the sea But not for me this brief candle of life Blown out before it joyously could yield Its full and perfumed offering of soul.
I know beyond my knowing she is here And all my sorrow difficult to bear For one who is not dead but silently Stands a guardian presence at my side.
She is aware of all my weaknesses And loans her strength that I might overcome The loneliness and emptiness I feel When in my dreams I see her features steal
Across the fleeting visions of the night. I lie awake and think what might have been, The loveliness of moments without speech And love unchanging in a changing world.
I shall not let the sacred visions fade, Eternity my inner being wills For One is there who shoulders all our grief And carries us to light the fires of dawn.
Poems Undated (1727)
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